Sunday, May 18, 2014

¡Señoras y señores! Today we had a birthday party for the one, the only, Ozzy "Tres Años" el Guapo Mas Fuerte.

The party was el Luchador-themed, natch, and the morning leading up to his party Ozzy ran around the house naked with nothing but his mask on. Of course I tried to take a pic, but he must have sensed a slideshow 30 years from now when I would totally show it at his wedding. (I am going to be the best/worst mother-in-law.) I ended up having a total Gypsy Rose Lee moment just to take the above photo, promising lollipops and another cupcake if he would just show me his muscles. He refused, so you get this, Lucha Irritado con su Madre. Ah, mi amor.

But my dad complied. I owe him and his girlfriend a cupcake + probably an apology for going public with their especial-ness.

Ozzy's real birthday isn't for another 2 weeks, so yes, there will be a schmatzy birthday letter to my little kind-hearted luchador.

And now for a real Piledriver (I don't know how else to segue from Mexican Wrestling to this)...

Chachi died last week. Last Monday. I came home from work to find that the FIP had progressed so rapidly that he could no longer walk, and one pupil was larger than the other which meant that it had gone into his neurological system and brain. I didn't want him to be in pain, so we had him put to sleep. There are no words for losing him, truly nothing. But this--

He was such a sweet, sweet boy, and we were so lucky to have that furry little belly to rub while we did.

Now go love on your own fur babies, or hug your kids, or if you don't have either just rub your own belly. In Chachi's memory.

Ditto to Mr. X's comment! Every morning the first thing I do is check Petunia Face - your wise and humorous perspective on life, expressed brilliantly, is almost a life force to me - I can't imagine a future without your voice! Most importantly, I hope you and your family are well.

I keep checking for a new update, like a addict looking for a fix. It has become an obsession. Has she posted today? Not yet. I will check later. Not yet. I will check again. I will refresh my browser. No, nothing?!!! Where is she? What has happened? Has she left us? Does she not know we depend on her unique observations and wry sense of humor? Go back, refresh browser. Still nothing. Where have you gone?!!! We miss you. We need you. I need a fix.

It has been too long since you have posted! Have you called it quits? I hope not as I love reading your blog. I hope you and your family are OK and survived the Luchador party. I feel like I should send a search party to make sure you are ok.

WANTED: Pithy, humorous blog that leaves its readers amused, entertained and wanting more. Wait. There is such a blog called Petunia Face Girl but it is MIA. Where has it gone. MISSING: Petunia Face Girl Blog. REWARD being offered. $$$$$ in Gratitude and Appreciation.

I hope all is well with you. Your silence is deafening! We (all of your readers) are having petunia scented withdrawals...and it's a lot uglier than it reads. You are still my "IT" girl. I gave up on my blog years ago just because you always said "it" better. Please come back to us!!Much love,Brandi

“Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hand, called out "Pooh!" "Yes?" said Pooh. "When I'm--when--Pooh!" "Yes, Christopher Robin?" "I'm not going to do Nothing any more." "Never again?" "Well, not so much. They don't let you." Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again. "Yes, Christopher Robin?" said Pooh helpfully. "Pooh, when I'm--you know--when I'm not doing Nothing, will you come up here sometimes?" "Just me?" "Yes, Pooh." "Will you be here too?" "Yes Pooh, I will be really. I promise I will be Pooh." "That's good," said Pooh. "Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred." Pooh thought for a little. "How old shall I be then?" "Ninety-nine." Pooh nodded. "I promise," he said. Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt Pooh's paw. "Pooh," said Christopher Robin earnestly, "if I--if I'm not quite--" he stopped and tried again-- "Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand, won't you?" "Understand what?" "Oh, nothing." He laughed and jumped to his feet. "Come on!" "Where?" said Pooh. "Anywhere." said Christopher Robin.

I know I owe you an explanation. Something. But this is all I can give you right now.

I miss you all, too. Hell, I miss me. :)

I hate vague posts, but I'm not ready to talk about it yet. Please just know that my family is fine, Zoey and Ozzy are amazing. But I am dealing with something really hard and terrible and serious right now.

I'm not someone who can blog about silly stuff while going through something serious, so I have to take a break for a bit.

But I will be back. Just not sure if it will be a few months or what. I just need to figure out how to live with something before I know how to write about it.

Thanks for understanding. And thanks for telling me you miss me. It honestly means so much.

So glad to hear from you. I am so sorry to know that you are going through a hard time and I hope you realize that there are many of us who are invested in YOU. Sending you my best through cyberspace and wishing you happiness and healing.

The world of blogs is not the same without your entertaining voice. So sorry to hear you are dealing with something again-- it seems if the universe owes anyone a break, it is you. Sigh. As cliche as this sounds, just keep swimming. And we will all keep checking back in until you are ready to come up for air. Hugs from the Sacramento area. -- a long-time reader

I keep checking everyday in hopes that you are in a place where you can write and share. Blogging is such a one way street, you share, we read and laugh and commiserate and feel invested in you and your family. You get nothing from us but I hope you know that you have built a community of anonymous friends who wish you nothing but happiness - that and perhaps someday you might write a screenplay ala Diablo Cody! xoxoxo

S, Am sorry to hear you are going through a hard time, and hoping at some point you will be able to share your experiences with all of us, who feel like we've known you for years and hope for the very best for you and your family. Like everyone else, I am missing your wonderful mix of sensitivity and humor...xxx000

My kitten Lucky Jim died of FIP a couple of years ago. I actually paid a holistic vet in the Sierra foothills for a hologram download meant to adjust his energy field or something. I would hold him in my lap and we'd watch and listen to the bad midi soundtrack together. You might be shocked to learn that he didn't make it. FIP is a stupid, awful disease and I'm so sorry about Chachi.

...Just another avid reader checking in and hoping you are doing okay. I hope you're getting some good beach and ice cream time this summer.

Hello Susannah, I have been checking for posts and wondering where you're at. I only just thought to look at the comments. I am sorry you're having a hard time and wish all the best for you and yours. Miss ya darls. Sally.

Hi, I'm Susannah and I love shiny things, swimming, the smell of fresh cut grass, orange blossoms and horse shit. The feel of my children's eyelashes on my cheek is a live virus that grows in me, multiplies and sustains. I will never understand Amish Friendship Bread.

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